I can’t fucking take how insecure she is. How she always thinks my rejection is because she’s ugly, or not good enough, or just not my type.
She turns away and I stand there and watch her fucking shrivel up. Again. The glow around her dimming.Again.
“Oh, fuck it.” I grab her elbow, whip her around and grab her face and yank it towards me. I lean down, but she comes up on her tiptoes to meet me halfway, and I kiss her.
I fucking kiss her.
Our lips crash together in a messy, uncontrolled way and it’s… perfect.
My tongue shoves her lips apart. I find hers and lick all around her, tasting her. She tastes metallic, but sweet. Our hot breaths mingle with each other, my cock surging to life. I know she feels it on her stomach, I even flex my hips, overcome with need as it takes the reins. I crush myself against her. She pushes back, just as eager, the pressure on my cock pulling a growl from my throat.
Her hands wrap around my neck and pull me in. Everything about her draws me in. She’s better than coke, whisky, ecstasy, caffeine. Even all of them combined. The buzz her tongue and hands and warm body gives me is better than any of it. Giving in to this after days of torture is the best release I could have ever asked for.
Without breaking our lips, I reach down and grab her legs, lifting her off the ground. She wraps them around me, and I carry her to the bed.
I’m so lost in my need for her I can’t think about anything else. Not the consequences, not the punishments. Right now, I need Elodie Valor on my tongue, or I’m going to die.
I fist the hem of her shirt and shuck it all the way up to her chest, breaking the kiss to look at all this skin bared beneath me. I go straight for her tits first, sucking a nipple into my mouth. Elodie moans for the first time and I think it might just be the sexiest little sound I’ve ever heard. A little different from the tortured cries coming from her not even an hour ago.
Her fingers disappear into my hair, holding me to her chest as I devour one breast then the other. Her skin tastes of lavender from the soap, and something sweeter, like honey. I suck on one tit, and palm the other, squeezing and pinching her nipple.
She mewls, arching into my touch. “Alfie.”
My name on her lips in that breathless, desperate inflection has me near exploding. I groan against her skin, need swarming me like a tidal wave. I need more of her. I need every beautiful inch of her.
I trail wet kisses down to the middle of her stomach, and when I reach her pelvis, she jolts.
“Wait!” she cries, pushing my head away. “I haven’t shaved, you won’t give me a razor.”
I scoff. “Please. I don’t beat around the bush, darling. I dive in.”
Her cheeks flush red, and I shake her hand off my forehead, but then I realise this isn’t enough. This won’t give me what I need. I haul up onto my knees, scoop her up and flip us so she’s straddling my waist. I take one of her hands and pull her forward.
“What are you doing?” she asks. She’s breathless already, overcome with the same need I am. I can fix that for us. I can satiate this overwhelming hunger in both of us.
“You’re sitting on my face.”
She gasps. “What?”
“I need you on my face, El.” I tug her towards me, her knees come to each side of my head and she peers down.
“I’ve never –”
“I don’t care. Now sit.”
She hesitantly, very slowly, eases down onto my face. It’s slow enough to snap my last iota of patience. I grab her thighs and slam her down onto my face.
She yelps, but it fizzles out into a breathless moan as my tongue presses onto her clit.
God, I fucking needed this.
I make out with her clit just like I did with her mouth. Wild, uncontrolled, desperate, swiping my tongue across and around, revelling in the little gasps and quiet moans coming from her.
Fuck, she tastes good. She has the flavour of sweet freedom, a sugary rush of dopamine, and the refreshing, addictive gulp of an ice-cold citrus beer on a summer’s day. All wrapped into one delicious, perfect pussy.
Boy, am I in trouble.
And I don’t give a single fuck.
